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Alicent sat with Rhaenyra under the Weirwood tree, the red leaves protecting the young couple from the glaring sun shining down upon them. Rhaenyra was comfortably laying on her betrotheds thigh, humming in enjoyment as Alicent ran her fingers through her silver locks.
Alicent looked down at the book in her lap, reading out loud for her alpha, but the young girl was not listening to a word she said, to the omegas annoyance.
Alicent had said something to her, but Rhaenyra did not pick up on it. “Hm?” Rhaenyra hummed, annoyed that Alicent stopped running her hands through her hair.
“Did you read it?” She said, looking down at her future wife. The young women looked as if she were about to pass out on her thigh.
She waved her hand, trying to get her love to continue her hands movements. “Of course, I read it.”
Alicent did not believe a word that came out of her mouth. “When Princess Nymeria arrived in Dorne. Who did she take to husband?”
“A man.” Rhaenyra said plainly.
Alicent rolled her eyes. “What was his name?”
“Lord Something.”
Alicent smiled. “If you answer with "Lord Something," Septa Marlow will be furious.”
Rhaenyra smiled back. “She's funny when she's furious.” The princess soon let out a dramatic sigh. “Why must we still attend these classes, they serve no purpose.”
“You are the future Queen, my love.” She continued her hands movements, to Rhaenyra’s pleasure. “You need to know your history.”
Rhaenyra clicked her tongue. “When I am Queen, there will be a new order… The first thing that will be gone is these damned classes.”
“Oh?” Alicent raised a brow. “And what do you propose we do instead of these classes?”
She grabbed Alicent’s free hand, kissing along her fingers. “All I want to do is fly with you on dragon back, see the great wonders across the Narrow Sea, and eat only cake.”
Alicent laughed, making the princess smile. “You cannot be serious.”
“I never jest about cake.” She stated, leaning her head up, and pecking her betrotheds lips.
She stroked the Targaryens cheek lovingly. “And what of our wedding?” They were due to be married soon, at this months end.
“After the wedding of course… there will be cake there.”
The Hightower shook her head. “Is cake the only thing you will care about during our wedding?”
Rhaenyra had a devious smirk on her face, she sat up from her laying position, fully facing her soon to be wife. “No, what I care most about is seeing under your dress.” She emphasized her words by trying to reach under the blue fabric.
“Rhaenyra!” Alicent yelled, a deep blush rising up her cheeks, while swatting the princesses hands away.
The heir laughed, kissing her future wife’s lips and all around her face, till they both fell back on to the blanket. Alicent wrapped her arms around her betrothed, enjoying the attention she was receiving with the alphas lips against her own.
Until the sound of clearing throats broke them away from one another.
Both girls looked towards the noise, and quickly jumped up when they saw who was standing there.
“Mother!” They both said at the same time, greeting the Hightower and Targaryen simultaneously.
The Queen smiled at the display in front of her. “Having fun, my loves?”
Lady Hightower decided to join in on the teasing. “I do not think Septa Marlow had this in mind when she wanted you to go over her teachings.”
“Well, Septa Marlow is a- ow!” Alicent pinched the Targaryen’s side, stopping her train of thought that was sure to be unseemly. Rhaenyra rubbed her side, eyeing the women next to her. “We were practicing… we had just gotten distracted is all.”
The Queen laughed. “I can tell.” She looked between the couple, smiling warmly at them. “Alicent, my love, we would like to speak with you.” The Hightower began to walk towards the ladies, while Rhaenyra tried following. “Not you.” The Queen pointed at her only child. “Just Alicent.”
Rhaenyra pouted like a child, not liking that they were taking her away. “Why can’t I come?”
“Omega business, princess. Awfully dreadful stuff.” Rose Hightower stated, looping her arm with her daughters.
“Now stay.” Aemma commanded, as if her daughter was a dog.
Rhaenyra slumped to the ground, watching as her betrothed was ushered off, and away from out of her reach.
Aemma looped her arms with Alicent’s, smiling fondly at her future daughter-in-law. “How has my daughter been treating you, my dear?”
Alicent smiled lightly, thinking of the girl she had just left. “Well, Your Grace.”
“I am glad. The girl is normally restless and chaotic… until she is around you.” She whispered, gaining a laugh from Alicent.
“I remember when she whacked Gwayne over the head with a stick for pulling your hair. Right then I knew you two were meant to be.” Her mother said, a fond smile on her face.
The young women looked between the two older ones, wondering why they had wanted to speak with her alone. “If I may ask, what do we need to speak about?”
“The upcoming wedding.” Her mother replied. “And some details that you need to be aware of. I had asked Her Grace to help with the explanation… mostly because my wedding to your father was not the same.”
“Oh.” She looked over at the Queen. Rhaenyra mentioned something about incorporating a private Valyrian ceremony, only for them and their family members. They would get married in the Sept first, go through the entire grand gesture to satiate the Hightower family and the the Faith, and then have a private Valyrian ceremony.
The Queen looked at Alicent. “You know that some Targaryen customs can be… queer to most.” The Hightower was aware of that. Their family tree was practically a straight line that jutted out in some places. “One of these customs that they perform, it involves the bedding ceremony. Do you know what that is?”
Alicent nodded, she has attended a handful of weddings. From what she remembers, they take the couple towards the chambers and undress them while joking with the newly wedded pair. Once they were left in their small clothes, the couple was left alone for the rest of the night.
“The Targaryen version is a… bit different.”
Alicent was intrigued by the Queen’s words. “How so, Your Grace?”
The two older ladies shared a look. “Well, you see… it is custom for there to be witnesses…” the Queen was trying to explain this as delicately as possible.
“Witnesses?” Alicent was at a loss of what the Queen was trying to say. “Wouldn’t there be witness already present at the wedding?”
“Yes, my love.” Rose stated. “Witnesses to your union. However, the consummation is a different story.” She sighed. “Do you remember your cousins wedding, Gwendolyn?” Alicent nodded, she was young, but she had a recollection of it. “Remember how we all escorted them to their chambers for the night, and the Septon read them a passage, blessing their wedding bed?” Alicent nodded once again. “It will be like that… except instead of leaving right after… there will be witness… watching your… love making.” The Hightower matriarch managed to get out.
Alicent’s face paled at her mothers words, making the omega stop in her tracks. “I beg your pardon?” She looked between the two women, who looked almost as uncomfortable as she did.
“So… who will be watching?” She subconsciously began to pick at her fingers, a habit that she thought she had broken.
Aemma looked at Rose, not wanting to be the one to answer the young women’s question.
Rose sighed. “We will not be in the room, nor your fathers, if that is what ails you.” Alicent felt slightly better at her mothers words. The Hightower does not think she could face any of them again if they did stay. “It will be attendants that stay behind in the room… to make sure your marriage is properly consummated.”
“Trust me, my love. I know what you are feeling.” Aemma said, pushing a stray piece of auburn hair behind her ear. “However, my parents were in attendance…” She shuttered at the memory. “I had Viserys change the custom.” It did not take much convincing. He was just as traumatized by their wedding night as she was. He couldn’t look in to her fathers eyes for years.
“I understand what is expected of me, Your Grace.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Also… thank you for having it changed.” She would have probably ran out of the room if she saw her father in there.
The Queen laughed, dragging Alicent along the path with her mother. “Anything for the future Queen, and my new daughter…”
Rhaenyra snuck in to the Tower of the Hand, climbing the many stairs that littered the building, until she reached the door to her affections. She slowly crept in to the room, seeing said affections sitting at her vanity, combing out her curled hair.
The princess quickly snuck behind the Hightower, when her eyes had dropped only for a moment. When Alicent lifted her eyes back again, she let out a scream, which Rhaenyra quickly shushed with her hand.
”Shh.” Rhaenyra said laughing. “It is just me.”
Alicent quickly turned, slapping Rhaenyra several times in the chest and arms, making the alpha laugh harder. “You… ass!” Alicent rarely swore, so this is how Rhaenyra knows she really got her.
“I am sorry, my love.” Rhaenyra said, not even looking a tad bit sorry. “I just missed you is all.” She tried to peck her lips, but was met with the omegas cheek instead. “Oh, don’t be like that.” She whispered, kissing along her neck.
“You frightened me.” Alicent pushed her back. “My heart felt like it was going to stop.” She could still feel the organ racing in her chest.
“That’s how my heart feels every time I glance upon your beautiful face.” She batted her eyelashes for good measure, trying to get in the omegas good graces again.
Alicent rolled her eyes, but could not contain her smile. “What do you want, princess?”
“Oh, how you wound me.” She pretended she was stabbed in the heart. “We are going back to formality’s? After all these years?”
“After scaring me half to death, yes.” She stood, realizing she was in her night clothes, and quickly put on a robe.
“And here I was enjoying the view.” She tried to peel back her robe, but Alicent smacked her sinful hands away. “Ow! Do I need to call the Kingsguard?”
“For breaking in to my chambers? Yes.” She walked past the alpha, sticking her head out the door, making sure her parents did not hear the commotion in her room.
Rhaenyra laid herself on the bed. “It is not breaking in, when the entire castle is mine.”
“Not yet it isn’t.” She quietly shut the door, latching it. They may be married soon, but if they were caught together at this time, whispers would spread around the entire Keep. “Comfortable?” She asked, looking at the princesses relaxing form.
“I’d be much more comfortable with you on top of me.” She said suggestively, eyeing the Hightowers figure.
Alicent rolled her eyes. “Patience has never been one of your virtues.” She still crawled on the bed, cuddling in to the princesses side.
Rhaenyra laughed, her chest vibrating. “It is not a Targaryen trait, my love.” She kissed the top of her head, smoothing her fingers through her hair. “How was your conversation with the Queen and your mother?”
Alicent’s body tensed at the mention of the conversation, having pushed it far from her brain. “It was… interesting.” The omega still was not sure how she feels about the entire situation. She was glad it wasn’t actual family witnessing the event, but eyes still being on her… on her wife. It made the Hightower feel a bit possessive if she were being honest.
“Interesting...” She gestured with her hand, trying to get Alicent to explain more in depth.
“Your family has queer customs.”
The statement made Rhaenyra laugh again. “You are not wrong… but what is the queer custom we are talking about?”
Alicent sat up crossed legged, Rhaenyra followed her but pulled the girl to her chest, having her sit in between her legs. “Servants… they will watch us… make love.”
“Oh.” Rhaenyra already knew of this, and didn’t think much about it.
Alicent turned, facing her. “Oh?” She said in response.
The Targaryen shrugged, not seeing a problem with it. “In the separate classes I have with Marlow, she had already explained it to me.” It was a tradition in the family. Rhaenyra had to read her family history books till her eyes felt like they would bleed. “I thought you read the same books.”
“Clearly not.” The omega mumbled, making herself comfortable against the alphas chest.
Rhaenyra laughed, kissing along her neck. “I could try and fight it…” It wouldn’t be the first argument she picked with her father, nor the last.
Alicent shook her head. “No, it is alright. If it is a tradition in your family, then I shall embrace it.”
“Since you will embrace my family’s traditions, I shall embrace yours.” Alicent turned her head, raising a brow. “I will… attend mass with you… every week.” It sounded like it pained her to say it. All the years she has been alive, she has been to mass a handful of times, and hated every minute of it.
Alicent quickly turned, straddling her waist. “Really?” She said happily. “You mean it?” Alicent had been trying so hard to get Rhaenyra to go with her. The princess would relent, and go to the Sept for prayer, but never an actual mass.
“A happy omega is a happy life.” She chuckled. “At least that’s what my uncle told me. Then again… his first marriage was questionable.” The king had finally relented and let the prince have his marriage annulled. To the pleasure of both parties.
Alicent peppered kisses along her face, making Rhaenyra smile. It pleased her to please Alicent. So if she had to give up a couple hours a day, to keep the smile on her face, then so be it.
“As much as I love you…” She pecked her lips. “You need to leave, the hour has grown late.”
“Or…” Rhaenyra tried to slide her hand under her robe.
Alicent swatted her hand away again. “Behave, you’ll have me soon.” She whispered, kissing her lips. Rhaenyra groaned when she pulled away, chasing after her lips. Alicent quickly removed herself from the heir, pointing towards the door. “Go, before my father calls for your head.”
Rhaenyra sighed in defeat, removing herself from the bed. “Wait!” She said quickly, feeling inside of her pocket. “The reason why I even came in the first place.” She pulled out a silver chain, encrusted with red diamonds. “A gift for my betrothed.”
Alicent admired the silver chain, never seeing any steel like it before. The metal had a rippled pattern, like when you would thrown stones across a pond. It was also covered with several red diamonds, with one hanging down at the end of the chain. “It is beautiful.”
“It's Valyrian steel.” She placed the chain around her neck, admiring it. “You look beautiful.” She wrapped her arms around the Hightower, taking her lips. Her hands then began to wander, making Alicent laugh.
“You will not seduce me.” She pushed the princess towards the door. “Go, before you get us both in trouble.” She quickly pecked her one last time, before shoving her out the door.
“It is with great pleasure that His Grace, King Viserys, announces the start of the royal wedding celebrations.” Westerling called out, announcing the houses as they entered. “House Lannister with their lord, Jason Lannister. Lord Paramount of the West, and Master of Casterly Rock… Lord Corlys of House Velaryon. Lord of the Tides, Master of Driftmark. And his lady wife, Princess Rhaenys Targaryen…”
“Congratulations, Your Grace.” Jason Lannister bowed towards the royals. “You have made a fine match for the Princess.” The man had only just arrived, and Rhaenyra was already annoyed with his presence. The Lannister had shamelessly flirted with Alicent awhile back, and it took all of Rhaenyra’s power to not burn Casterly Rock to the ground.
The King smiled respectfully. “Thank you, Lord Jason. I could think of no better match than Alicent Hightower.”
He chuckled. “Well, if this is only the welcome feast, I admit, I cannot imagine what you might have planned for the wedding.”
He smiled towards his only child. “My daughter is the future queen. I wanted this to be a wedding for the histories.”
The Lannister turned towards the Queen. “Looking as radiant as ever, Your Grace.”
Aemma did not like the man either. “Your presence is always such a pleasure, Lord Jason.”
Jason knew a dismissal when he heard one. He bowed again. “Congratulations once again, Your Grace.” He walked off towards his designated table.
“Why do we invite the Lannisters again?” Rhaenyra questioned.
The King sighed, shaking his head. “Will you back me up here, my love?” He looked towards his wife.
The Queen hummed, taking a sip from her chalice. “No, she has a point.” Aemma was never fond of the Lannisters, finding the entire house to be way too prideful.
The King groaned, placing his head in his hand. He will not argue with the women in his life, instead, he will drink. After a few more minutes of other Houses being presented, the most important one had finally arrived.
”House Hightower with the Hand Of The King, Beacon of the South, Defender of the Citadel, the Voice of Oldtown... Otto Hightower. And His Lady wife, Rose Hightower. And their only daughter Alicent Hightower, the future Queen Consort!” Westerling yelled, gaining everyone’s attention.
Otto stood in front of the Hightower party. Normally it would have been his older brother in his place, however he was the father of the bride, so he claimed the honor for this evening. His wife stood beside him to his left, and behind him, surrounded by other members of the Hightower family, was Alicent.
The young bride walked in, her hair braided back and away from her face, wearing a white and golden dress, with the Valyrian necklace hanging down from her neck.
Rhaenyra stood walking over to greet her future wife. She matched the Hightowers outfit, but instead of a dress wore a white and gold jacket, with a matching pair of breeches. A simple but elegant outfit for them both.
“My Betrothed.” Rhaenyra greeted, kissing her hand.
“My Betrothed.” Alicent replied, letting Rhaenyra lead her to the empty seat next to her.
The King smiled, standing and greeting the crowd. “Be welcome, as we join together in celebration. Tonight is only its beginning. I welcome a great addition to our family, House Hightower being a fierce ally for generations.” He raised his glass towards Otto and Rose, which they returned. “And after tonight's small affair...” That got a chuckle from the crowd. “seven days of tournament and feasting. At the end of it all...” he coughed in to his hand. “At the end of it all, a royal wedding... between my daughter, my heir... your future Queen... and the future consort Lady Alicent Hightower.”
Music had begun to play as Rhaenyra and Alicent shared their first dance with one another.
”Have you practiced?” Alicent questioned, looking over towards the alpha.
Rhaenyra gave her a childish smile, following the steps to the dance. “Do you want an honest answer?”
Alicent laughed, letting the Targaryen pick her up. “You already have.”
They continued the dance, others soon joining in on the grand affair. The night was peaceful, with laughing and drinking, celebrating the young couples upcoming wedding. For them both, the weeks end could not come soon enough.
Then, they can finally have one another.
The day of the wedding finally came, seven days of feasting and jousting having come to an end. The entire Sept was filled to the brim, while a crowed of commoners awaited outside. The Targaryen stood to the right, decked out in her houses colours. Her family was sitting in the pews behind her and to her left was the Hightower family, awaiting for Alicent’s grand entrance in to the Sept.
The Hight Septon stood before Rhaenyra, drawling on with prayer after prayer. “Father and Mother Almighty, creators of the heavens and earth. Thank you for the gift of marriage, for all the joy and love that it brings us. We thank you for Rhaenyra Targaryen and Alicent Hightower. Thank you that you have brought them together for this special day, And that you hold them safely in your hands. We pray that you would richly bless them as they exchange their vows, and from this day forward they would walk hand in hand into everything that you have destined them to be. We give our hearts and beings to you now in adoration, and welcome you amongst us...”
The Targaryen did her best not to fall asleep where she stood, instead she looked around in front of her, admiring the large statues of the mother and father that she stood between. No matter what she felt about the faith, they did have a beautiful Sept, with large stain glass windows, that lit the room up with colour. She turned her head, seeing her mother and father staring fondly at her, while her uncle pretended to be asleep. Until Laena smacked him on the back of the head, making Rhaenyra giggle lightly.
“Seven, behold our family here assembled. We thank you for this place in which we dwell, for the love that unites us, for the peace accorded us this day, for the hope with which we expect the morrow, for the health, the work, the food, and the bright skies that make our lives delightful; for our friends in all parts of the earth.” The Septon continued with the prayer, or was this a different one? The Targaryen was not entirely sure, all the words seemed jumbled together.
Then everyone in the pews stood, facing the Sept’s grand doors. In walked Alicent, arm looped with her father. She wore a white dress once again, but this time it had red accents along the brim, with the Targaryen crest placed firmly on her chest.
They walked slowly down the aisle, all eyes were on them, until Otto finally escorted his daughter up the steps and between the statue of the Mother and Father.
The Septon raised his hands, reading from his holy book. “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.” He looked towards Rhaenyra. "You may now cloak the omega and bring her under your protection."
Rhaenyra removed the black and red cloak from her shoulders. Gently placing the three headed dragon across Alicent’s back.
The Septon looks towards the crowd. “My lords, my ladies, we stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of alpha and omega. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever." He looked between them. “Face one another.”
The couple did as they were told, clasping their hands together. Light green met lilac, and it suddenly felt like they were the only two in the room.
The Septon took a golden ribbon, and tied it firmly around their hands. “Let it be known that Rhaenyra Targaryen and Alicent Hightower are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder." The septon then unravels the knot he once tied, "In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity."
He looks between the couple again, smiling softly. “Look upon each other and say the words…”
Alicent and Rhaenyra never took their eyes off each other, both smiling happily at one another. They both began to speak simultaneously.
"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger... I am hers, and she is mine… From this day, until the end of my days."
"With this kiss, I pledge my love." They both say, Alicent wrapping her arms around the taller girls neck, kissing her like they have never done it before.
The Septon raised his hands towards the heavens. “Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. Then you will win favor and a good name in the sight of Gods and man. Trust in the Seven with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to them, and he will make your paths straight…”
The couple turned, facing the cheering crowd.
“Finally!” Daemon yelled, earning him another slap by Laena.
Rhaenyra grabbed Alicent’s hand, leading her down the aisle and out of the Sept, where the common folk cheered at their appearance. They threw flowers at their feet as they walked towards the carriages, and prayed to the Gods for a healthy life with one another.
Alicent and Rhaenyra were standing in the Godswood, a small fire lit next to them as their immediate family stayed and witnessed the Valyrian ceremony.
"Blood of two. Joined as one.”
They both drank from a chalice, the wine tasting sweet on both of their tongues. The priest handed Rhaenyra a piece of obsidian, the Targaryen cutting her lip then palm. Alicent winced at the blood, but followed her new wife’s lead, slitting her own palm and lip. They then marked one another’s forehead with their blood.
“Ghostly flame. And song of shadows. Two hearts as embers.”
The priest then took a white cloth, binding their bloodied hands together, the blood staining the grass below their feet.
“Forged in fourteen fires. A future promised in glass.”
Rhaenyra then leaned down, kissing her wife’s lips. The blood mixing in each others mouths, binding them in fire and blood.
“The stars stand witness. The vow spoken through time. Of darkness and light.”
They pulled back, smiling at one another.
“Thank the Gods! This is the last wedding we need to attend, correct?” Daemon asked, looking at the other guests.
“How many times do I need to slap you?” Laena asked, pinching her husbands side, making him hiss.
”You did not have to come, uncle.” Rhaenyra stated, still smiling. Nothing could wipe it from her face today.
He laughed, wrapping his arm around Otto and squeezed him close. “And miss the tying of our great families? Never!”
Otto looked displeased with the princes touch, but let the matter slide. It was his daughters wedding day, and he refused to cause her any stress. “Let us head to the feast.” He stated, grabbing his wife’s hand gently, and escorting her to the hall.
The King and Queen followed, and Alicent tried to drag her along, but Rhaenyra stopped in her tracks. “I’ll be with you in a moment my love.” She kissed her hands. “Wait for me near the entrance.” Alicent looked confused, but did as her wife requested.
Rhaenyra turned towards her uncle, taking a deep breath. “Today, is my wedding day. The last day, uncle.”
”And?” He questioned, a brow raised.
”I know how you feel about most of the Hightowers.” Daemon only liked Alicent, and Rose. The rest of the family he could do without. “And despite all the bad blood… none will be spilled.”
He laughed. “You’d think I’d kill someone on your wedding day?”
Yes. ”No.” She shook her head. “However, that stunt that you pulled against Alicent’s brother the other day has raised some tension.” Daemon had played a foul trick, aiming for the horses legs during their tourney fight. The man ended up having a broken nose, and even worse, a broken honor. “So, I am telling you this… for Alicent’s sake, nothing will go wrong."
He grinned. ”Of course, princess.”
”No, no, no. Do not give me that smile. I mean it, Daemon. No insults, no petty remarks, no sarcasm, and most importantly, no fucking fighting.” She pointed at Laenor. “That goes for you as well, cousin.”
The man looked offended. ”How in the seven hells did I get dragged in to this?”
”Because you’re loyal. If he starts swinging, so will you, and then your knight. I will have none of it today. Am I clear?”
Daemon rolled his eyes, but then nodded.
”I will keep them in line, Rhaenyra. Promise.” Laena added.
”And that is why you are my favorite.” She kissed her cousins hands. “No fucking fighting.” She added one last time, before walking over to where her wife was.
The final wedding feast was even grander than the opening ceremony, with seventy-seven different dishes planned. Rhaenyra and Alicent sat side by side, being greeted by the Lord’s and Ladies from other houses, all of them offering lavish gifts for the couple.
”Why would they gift me a bow?” Rhaenyra whispered. “I am a terrible fucking shot.”
Alicent laughed, taking a sip from her chalice. “You don’t have to use it.”
”I most likely won’t. The sounds boars make when being slaughtered… they sound like children. I find it discomforting.”
”Your Graces.” Jason Lannister bowed in front of the couple. “I present to you this spear. I had this forged in the Golden Gallery.” He showed off the red and golden staff, smiling at them.
Rhaenyra stared at the golden weapon. Wondering when in the seven hells she would be using it. “It's quite a thing.”
Alicent pinched Rhaenyra’s thigh, making the alphas leg jolt. “Thank you for your generosity, Lord Jason.” The waiting attendants took the weapon from his hands, laying it with the tower of gifts in the corner.
”Might I add, my lady… you looked absolutely stunning in the Sept.”
Rhaenyra glared at the man. “Yes, my wife… did. We thank you for your gift, my Lord.” She quickly dismissed him.
”He was only complimenting me.” Alicent whispered.
”He can compliment someone else’s wife. It is my job to shower you with them… not that pompous bastard.”
Alicent laughed at her wife’s jealousy, pecking her on the cheek.
A dragon keeper elder, Cormithor, was next, walking up to the couple and bowing. “Aōha dārōñe, tubī iksis iā biare tubis. Nyke māzigon lēda iā irudy syt aōha ābrazȳrys Se ao naejot gaomagon.” A large leather and gold saddle was presented to them, several attendants having to carry it to the pile. “Iā arlie saddle syt syrax rual syt ao lanta naejot kipagon.”
Rhaenyra smiled at the man’s words. “Kirimvose, bisa iksis se sȳrje irudy eman jiōraton tubī.” She turned towards Alicent. “He says the saddle that he has gifted us, is big enough to hold two.”
Alicent smiled at the man. “Thank you, Ser. This is a wonderful gift.” Rhaenyra quickly translated for her, making the keeper smile.
”Kostagon emā naenie zaldrīzoti.” he bowed once again, leaving the royal couple.
”What did he say?”
”He hopes I get you pregnant.” She giggled.
Alicent gasped, hitting her wife’s chest. “He did not.”
The princess shrugged. “It’s basically what he said. Hoping we have many dragons.” She kissed her hand. “So… now that I have a bigger saddle-“
“No.” Alicent replied quickly. “I prefer my feet on the ground.”
Rhaenyra chuckled. “I’ll get you up there one day, my love. You’re stuck with me.”
Alicent leaned close to Rhaenyra’s ear, feeling incredibly bold. “There is only one dragon I would like to ride…”
The heir groaned at the insinuation. “Minx.” She mumbled. “Can we leave?”
The omega shook her head at her wife’s impatience. “I believe we are only on dish twenty… and we have still yet to have cake, your favorite.”
”I truly do not give a fuck about the cake anymore.” She mumbled.
”Too bad.” She kissed her cheek. “I want cake.”
The sun had begun to set, and the crowd was getting rowdier with every passing candle mark. Everything was going well, until a scream erupted out on the middle of the dance floor, and the sound of steel clinking together reverberated around the room.
”For fuck sake.” Rhaenyra said, standing from her seat, Alicent following with her. Neither of them could make out what was happening, only see a small crowd surrounding what they assumed was the fighting party.
“Not me.” Daemon announced raising his chalice.
The Kingsguard quickly moved through the crowd, separating the fighting parties before any blood was shed. It was two men, one from the Blackwoods and the other a Bracken. Both were bloodied, but neither dead, which was good.
So Rhaenyra can kill them herself.
Alicent could sense her wife’s anger, and began to run a soothing hand down her back, whispering comforting words in to her ear. Those two were lucky she was there, because if she wasn’t, they would have been dragon food.
”Send them to the dungeons for the night.” Viserys announced. “They can be retrieved in the morrow by their families.”
The guards dragged them out, but the damage was already done. At least they had gotten to the cake before hell had broken loose.
”I think it is time for bedding!” Daemon announced.
The High Septon stood before the bed. Alicent and Rhaenyra were dressed in their night clothes under the sheets, watching as he prayed above them. “Send Your spirits of gentleness and affection to surround this marriage bed so that we who share it may find communion and healing within it. May the dark spirits of resentment and selfishness be forever forbidden to nap here, and may only love, joy and playfulness be permitted to sleep with us. We pray, then that the rich blessing of Your divine name, Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, descend upon this bed and remain here forever.”
They were then handed a chalice filled with spiced wine, both of them drinking until the goblets were empty.
“Goodnight.” Various members of the family called out, quickly walking out of the door behind the septon.
“Have fun.” Daemon laughed in a sing song voice, but quickly groaned when Laena smacked him in the head.
The couple was finally alone… sort of. There were two attendants in the room, each claiming a corner far enough away where they will barely be noticed.
Rhaenyra sighed, turning towards her wife and propping her head on her hand. “Well… it could have been worse.”
Alicent laughed, burying her head in to the pillows, trying to ignore the anxiety she was feeling. “Death on your wedding day does not seem like it would be a good start.”
The alpha scoffed. “No, it would not.” She placed her hand on Alicent’s hip, slowly moving it down to caress under the white cloth. “You’re beautiful.”
”So Jason Lannister has said.”
The princess groaned. “Do not make me think of him.”
Alicent laughed, some of her nerves washing away. She leaned forward, taking the princesses lips, while slowly taking her hand, and moving it towards her sex.
Rhaenyra took a shuttering breath, feeling the warmth in her hand. She slowly inched her fingers through her lips, slowly circling the protruding nub in between her legs.
Alicent gasped in to her mouth, opening her legs wider for the princesses hand. She slowly moved her hips along with the princesses fingers, applying more pressure to her clit.
The alpha kissed along her neck, leaving several love bites along the tender flesh. Alicent might chew her out for it later, but Rhaenyra could deal with the consequences.
Alicent began to pant, her hips moving slightly faster. “Oh…” she moaned, gripping on tightly to the sheets as her orgasm washed over her. The omegas walls clenched tightly around nothing, as wetness stained in between her thighs.
”So beautiful.” Rhaenyra muttered, nipping at her ear. She threw off her nightshirt, settling in between Alicent’s legs. Rhaenyra kissed along her neck, bunching up her dress around her hips.
Alicent made the mistake of looking over towards the corner, still seeing one of the attendants there, watching the couple on the bed.
Rhaenyra felt her body tense, looking over to where her wife was. “Hey.” She stroked her face. “Just look at me.”
The omega nodded, pulling her wife’s head down to meet her lips. Their tongues fought for dominance as, Rhaenyra pressed herself against her dripping sex.
“Okay?” Rhaenyra questioned.
Alicent reached down, lining Rhaenyra up with her entrance. “Yes.”
The heir pushed her hips in slowly, doing her best to not try and hurt the woman underneath her. Alicent clenched tightly to the back of her neck, the cock spreading open her virginal sex. Once Rhaenyra was buried to the hilt, she kissed along her wife’s neck, whispering praises in to her ear, letting the woman adjust to the new feeling.
”Move.” Alicent commanded, wrapping a leg around her hips, while spreading the left one open.
Rhaenyra moaned at the feeling, Alicent’s walls being the best thing she has ever felt in her entire life. She slowly began to move her hips, pushing her length in and out of the wet cunt.
Alicent clutched on tightly to Rhaenyra’s back. The pain from the stretch, slowly working its way to a light pleasure as the Targaryen moved gently inside of her. Then, Rhaenyra adjusted her hips, hitting something that Alicent didn’t even know was there.
”Right there.” She gasped without even meaning too. The words had just come out. “Please, right there.”
Rhaenyra began to pick up her pace, hitting the spot that warranted such a reaction out of her wife. “So tight.” Rhaenyra mumbled, burying her face in to the omegas neck.
Alicent forgot about the attendants standing at the edge of the room, the pleasure overtaking every nerve in her body. An ache began to burn between her thighs, the heat spreading under her skin all the way up to her abdomen. “Don’t stop.” She begged, digging her nails in to the Targaryen’s shoulders.
Rhaenyra snaked a hand in between their bodies, playing with the bud in between Alicent’s legs. The omega cried out, loud enough for the guards on the other side of the door to hear, as her walls collapsed around the cock inside of her. “Yes… fuck!” Her nails broke Rhaenyra’s skin, but the alpha didn’t care. The Targaryen continued to pound in to her, grunting at the feeling of her clenching walls.
”Ah- fuck yes…” Rhaenyra moaned frantically pushing her hips inside as she spilled her seed. “Gods.” She continued to pump her hips, till the omegas walls milked everything from her balls. Rhaenyra collapsed on top of her, groaning in to her neck. After a few minutes, she gestured with her hand. “Leave.” She told the attendants, who then left the room quickly.
”You're crushing me, love.” Alicent panted.
Rhaenyra rolled off of her, but quickly pulled the other woman on to her own chest, kissing the top of her head. “Was it good?”
Alicent laughed breathlessly, kissing her lips. “I enjoyed myself.”
”Even with the…” She gestured with her hands.
”I must admit. I enjoyed claiming you in front of others.” She whispered, a small blush rising on her cheeks.
The heir laughed, brushing her sweat filled curls back. “Who knew Alicent Targaryen was kinky? It seems once you took my last name, the Targaryen queerness had cursed you.”
Alicent rolled her eyes, but still had a smile planted on her face. Maybe the Targaryen ‘queerness’ rubbed off on her. Or maybe she has hidden kinks that she wasn’t even aware of. She moved to straddle her wife’s waist, lifting the nightdress from her body.
Rhaenyra raised a brow, running a hand across her body. “Again?”
”Let’s see what other kinks you can get out of me tonight.” She whispered, roughly taking her lips with her own.